#KILLING ME GODDAMMIT
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something about the way sam flinches when dean breaks stuff
#this fucks me up really badly#sam winchester#spn#samdean#dean winchester#supernatural#chat i think its time to kill dean#but then sam'd be traumatized and destroyed goddammit can never win
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Dom… Bucky… 👀🫠
Bucky grabbed your thigh and lifted your leg over his hip. “Needed you,” he breathed against your lips.
oh fuck starting off strong
“So perfect, sweetheart.” Bucky moved his hand quickly down your waist, gripping your ass tightly as his thrusts sped up. “Was dreaming about you, tried not to wake you up but—” Bucky lost his breath as you fluttered around him. “—you’re so damn soft and warm.”
HELP
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bucky groaned, pulling the comforter up over your heads.
SAM IS A COCKBLOCKER AND IMMA KILL HIM
Bucky pulled you onto his lap and looked at you sternly. “Have you been nice, doll?”
You bit back a laugh and played along, looking up at him through your thick lashes. “Oh no, I’ve been very, very naughty.”
“Hmmm,” Bucky ran his fingertips lightly over your thigh, moving your thin robe out of the way. “How naughty?”
Bucky gripped your hips, holding you still. “What were you saying about that boyfriend, sweetheart?” Bucky teased.
JJJSBSKKSND
“Lucky for you,” Bucky pushed your robe apart and roughly shoved his throbbing cock into you. “Naughty girls get the best presents.” His gravelly whisper was both a promise and a threat in your ear.
is this heaven?
I think I died
“Be quiet for me, okay, sweetheart?”
okay daddy 🥹
JESUS WHAT THE FUCK
“Sweetheart—’m not—not gonna last. Need ya to come for me,” Bucky groaned and quickly circled your clit with his thumb.
dying deAD DECEASED
“Fuck—so tight, can’t even move, sweetheart—" Bucky buried his face in your neck as you rode out your high on his throbbing dick.
stop stop STOP STOP STOP
I NEED CPR
AND MOUTH TO MOUTH
“Go away! We’re busy!” Bucky pulled you back toward him as you tried to slide off the bed. “No, no, I’m not done with you,” he whispered to you.
I don’t want him to ever be done with me please
“No, you leave this for me,” you lifted his chin to make him look at you. “I’ll take care of it later.” You kissed his cheek and pulled your hand away.
All Bucky could do was whine and pout at you; his cock absolutely ached; he had almost come in your hand just then—you were being cruel.
ohhhhh edging is the best 😈
“You gonna be a good boy?” You cooed.
“God—ye—yes,” Bucky stuttered, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the counter even tighter.
My dom brain is purring at this oh my fucking GOD
“Fine, I’ll go ask the guy in the tacky tracksuit across the street you’ve been staring at since we got here. You’re not cheating, are you? Because, him? Really?”
YELENA! 🤣
Yelena laughed, endlessly amused at your attempts to lie to her. “This better not mess up my manicure. Look, she’s painting little snowmen on them. It’s cute, right?”
can I have her too pls
“He deserves to have a nice Christmas–he deserves the fucking world, and I’m not going to put this on his shoulders!” You whisper-shouted, switching back to English. “Now, are you gonna help me fight these assholes or not?”
“I wanted to get my toes done,” Yelena grumbled, reluctantly following you to the register.
I love them so much 🤣🤣🤣
Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 6
Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader
18+ ONLY
*Tumblr is not letting me add links to the prev or next chapters. Please see the masterlist pinned to my page for the rest of the story!*
Summary: You and Bucky are back in a happy place. Just when you think things are calming down some surprise guests show up at Bucky's apartment.
Warnings: SMUT. Dom Bucky.
10 Days Before Christmas
You had been sure the Tracksuit Mafia would come after you again. But nothing happened. As you lay in bed, half-asleep and lazily kissing Bucky, you thought you might make it through Christmas without incident after all.
You pushed yourself closer to his warm body, the spicy scent of his body wash increasing your neediness. “Why are you up so early?” You mumbled sleepily.
Bucky grabbed your thigh and lifted your leg over his hip. “Needed you,” he breathed against your lips.
“I’m yours.”
Bucky’s hand gently caressed your breast, his thumb slowly rolling over your hardened nipple. His thrusts were slow and lazy and precisely what you both needed. Your quiet gasps and moans filled the room.
“So perfect, sweetheart.” Bucky moved his hand quickly down your waist, gripping your ass tightly as his thrusts sped up. “Was dreaming about you, tried not to wake you up but—” Bucky lost his breath as you fluttered around him. “—you’re so damn soft and warm.”
You slipped your hand between your bodies and circled your clit until you squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure.
“Fuck, why don’t you wake me up like this every morning?” You sighed happily, snuggling deeper under the comforter and closer to Bucky’s side.
“Can we just stay like this all day?” Bucky wrapped his arm tightly around you.
Before you could reply, there was a knock on the front door and Sam’s unmistakable voice calling out.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bucky groaned, pulling the comforter up over your heads.
“What is happening?” You tried to squirm free from Bucky’s hold, but he tightened his arms around you.
“He thinks he’s staying here; I told him no. Ignore him—I don’t wanna get up.”
“Bucky—come on, we can lay in bed anytime. Let me up.” You pushed his shoulder playfully until he relented.
“Fuck–” Bucky huffed as you left his side, and the pounding on the front door continued. “I’m gonna kill him.”
**
“What part of no you can not stay here did you not understand?” Bucky grumbled, his head already pounding as Yelena and Sam excitedly entered the apartment.
“It’s only for a couple nights, just until after the musical. Come on, man, please?” Sam sat his bags down and went to hug you.
“Yeah, Buck, let them stay.” You pouted at him as you hugged Yelena.
“Fine,” Bucky mumbled. “But I don’t know where you’re going to sleep.”
“No worries, I brought an air mattress. We got it all figured out.”
“Sam, you can’t sleep on an air mattress; you’re our guest! You can sleep in the bedroom. Bucky and I can sleep on the air mattress. Right, Buck?”
Sam and you chuckled as Bucky rolled his eyes and mumbled his complaints under his breath.
**
7 Days Before Christmas
Bucky had enjoyed Sam’s and Yelena’s company in his own way. Laughing along with them until he was drained and had to sneak away for some peace. Eventually, you would come find him, nestled in the bedroom with a book in his hands, and drag him back to the living room. At first, he didn’t quite understand why he had to be there; he rarely participated in the conversation—but then he realized you just wanted his presence. You wanted to sit in his lap and play with his hair and watch him smile. And how could he possibly deny you that?
But now–as he sat on the edge of the bed and watched you dressing for the day–he wanted them gone.
“Bucky, I can feel you staring at my ass. We can’t.”
“Can we just kick them out then?”
“You know I want to as much as you, but no. We can last a few more days without sex, right?”
Bucky scoffed, and you giggled.
You stopped getting ready, dressed in just your robe as you went to sit next to him. “So, if you and Sam are going out today, don’t you think I should give you my Christmas list now?”
Bucky pulled you onto his lap and looked at you sternly. “Have you been nice, doll?”
You bit back a laugh and played along, looking up at him through your thick lashes. “Oh no, I’ve been very, very naughty.”
“Hmmm,” Bucky ran his fingertips lightly over your thigh, moving your thin robe out of the way. “How naughty?”
You licked your lips as he looked down on you, his eyes smoldering. “Well, my boyfriend likes to get me into trouble.”
“Oh, he does?”
You nodded, watching Bucky’s jaw clench just slightly.
I should stop this, but—
You shifted your hips, chills shooting up your spine when you felt how hard Bucky was already.
It’s too late.
Bucky gripped your hips, holding you still. “What were you saying about that boyfriend, sweetheart?” Bucky teased.
You swallowed hard as his hand slipped under your robe. His fingers toyed with the thin string around your hips, pulling it up, down, rubbing it between his fingers, but never attempting to pull the fabric down your thighs like you wanted.
“I can’t resist him,” you whispered, moving one hand up to play with his hair. “He has the sweetest puppy dog eyes, and he makes me want to cuddle with him on a cold day, but then he takes his shirt off, and he has all these big muscles, and I just want to drop to my knees and swallow his big fat co—"
You giggled as Bucky kissed you needily. “I wasn’t done.”
“I got the picture,” Bucky huffed against your lips as he frantically undid his belt with one hand while his other blindly searched for the condoms.
“Lucky for you,” Bucky pushed your robe apart and roughly shoved his throbbing cock into you. “Naughty girls get the best presents.” His gravelly whisper was both a promise and a threat in your ear.
“Fuck!” You yelped at the sudden pain of him stretching you out. “Fucking hell—Bucky move,” you begged, your eyes wide with lust.
Bucky covered your mouth with his hand, flipped you onto your back, pulled out, and slammed back in; his only focus was on getting you off.
“Be quiet for me, okay, sweetheart?”
You nodded and whimpered as he took his hand off your mouth. He lifted your hips and drilled the blunt tip of his cock into your sweet spot over and over again until you couldn’t contain the shout of his name.
Bucky slapped your thigh and shushed you; you looked like you were on the verge of tears. Every muscle in his body was pulled taut as he tried not to come; he wanted to give you as many as possible first—but as you let out a particularly pornographic moan and begged him to fill you up, he settled on just giving you one for the moment.
“Sweetheart—’m not—not gonna last. Need ya to come for me,” Bucky groaned and quickly circled your clit with his thumb.
He was barely holding himself back as your thighs started to shake around his waist and your pussy clenched him like a vice as you came.
“Fuck—so tight, can’t even move, sweetheart—" Bucky buried his face in your neck as you rode out your high on his throbbing dick.
As you came down and found your voice, you grabbed Bucky’s hair and lifted him up to meet your eyes. “Wanna feel you fill me up, baby,” you whispered hoarsely.
Bucky almost came right then—it wasn’t going to take him long. He pulled out of you and flipped you over. He left the condom on, knowing you were speaking figuratively. You arched your back for him, and he groaned as he started to slide back into your tight heat.
“Hey!” Yelena’s voice yelled from behind your closed bedroom door as she banged her fist on the wood. “Are you done?! We’re trying to eat breakfast out here!”
“Fuck,” Bucky muttered as you quickly sat up and made yourself somewhat decent.
“Go away! We’re busy!” Bucky pulled you back toward him as you tried to slide off the bed. “No, no, I’m not done with you,” he whispered to you.
“Buck—" you looked toward the door again as Yelena banged on it. “She’s not gonna go away.”
“Sam won’t let me go back to the kitchen until you stop. Plus, we’ve got to go anyway. We’re late. If you don’t open the door, I’ll just let myself in.”
Bucky growled in annoyance as you slid off the bed and went to the door. You opened it just enough for Yelena to see your face.
“I’m very close to kicking you both out, so please go away, and I’ll get dressed.”
Yelena rolled her eyes. “Hurry up.”
You closed the door and, to Bucky’s disappointment, went to the closet instead of back to the bed.
“Doll, just real quick—" Bucky pressed up against you as you pulled a pair of pants on. “I’ll be fast—I was so close anyway.”
You pulled a shirt over your head and turned around in his arms. “I’m sorry, Buck. But she’s right; if we don’t get to the salon on time—I had to pull a lot of strings to get us appointments so last minute.” You pecked him on the lips and went to the bathroom to put your hair up.
“Doll,” Bucky whined.
“I’ll make it up to you when I get back, okay?”
Bucky sighed as he pulled his boxers back on. “Yeah, okay,” he said grumpily, joining you in the bathroom. “I’ll take care of this on my own for now.”
“No.” You quickly turned and slipped your hand into his boxers, stroking him tight and fast.
Bucky groaned and backed you up against the sink, his hands gripping the counter tightly. It’s not what he wanted, but in his current state, he would take anything he could get.
“No, you leave this for me,” you lifted his chin to make him look at you. “I’ll take care of it later.” You kissed his cheek and pulled your hand away.
All Bucky could do was whine and pout at you; his cock absolutely ached; he had almost come in your hand just then—you were being cruel.
“You gonna be a good boy?” You cooed.
“God—ye—yes,” Bucky stuttered, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the counter even tighter.
You kissed him with a pleased smile on your face. “See you later, baby.”
Bucky watched you leave, his cock throbbing in frustration. As soon as you were out of the room, he stuffed his hand down his pants and pumped himself quickly—he could still smell your pussy, taste your lips—he was so close to coming over his fist. He groaned as he pulled his hand away at the last second, his cock throbbing uselessly in the confines of his boxers.
He took a cold shower, but his super-soldier dick still stood stiff and proud, leaking precum everywhere. He felt a little calmer, though, and got dressed before finding his phone and texting you.
“When will you be back?”
You sent a laughing emoji. “I left 15 mins ago.”
Bucky sent back a sad face. “Miss u, love u. Have fun.”
“Love you. Behave.”
Bucky sighed and left the room before he started touching himself again; he had to find a distraction.
Sam was on his way out when Bucky came into the kitchen.
“Hey man, sorry to ditch you, but Torres called, and I’m gonna go meet him. I’ll be back tonight.”
“Oh, what’s going on? Should I go with you?”
“Nah, your girl would kill me. I know you’re supposed to be on vacation right now. See ya.”
Bucky groaned after Sam shut the door–he could have used that distraction.
**
“What do you think–should I go with extra long or extra-extra long?”
“First option,” you answered without looking in Yelena’s direction.
“Great, very helpful.” Yelena pointed to the shortest nail tip available, smiling quickly at her nail tech before turning back to you. “Who are you looking for?”
“Who says I’m looking for anyone?” You turned away from the window with a shrug.
“Fine, I’ll go ask the guy in the tacky tracksuit across the street you’ve been staring at since we got here. You’re not cheating, are you? Because, him? Really?”
“Shut up,” you hissed. “It’s nothing.”
“So they’re not following you then? You did notice the other five, right?”
“Of course, I noticed the other five.” You glanced out the window again.
Shit, how didn’t I catch them before?
Yelena laughed, endlessly amused at your attempts to lie to her. “This better not mess up my manicure. Look, she’s painting little snowmen on them. It’s cute, right?”
“Adorable,” you sighed, glancing down at the plain black polish your tech was applying. “Listen, you can’t say a word to Bucky or Sam. Okay?”
“Oh good, I was worried I was the only one you were lying to.”
You rolled your eyes, swallowing your annoyance. “What do you know about the Tracksuit Mafia?” You asked Yelena in Russian.
“Not you too,” Yelena scoffed. “I don’t know much–I spoke to Barton.”
“Wait, what? When?”
“The night before we showed up at your place. We stayed with him.”
“How was that?”
Yelena let out a long, frustrated breath. “Too much to get into now. I just know he’s after them too. A faction of them seem to be working for some woman he’s never heard of–no name, but she’s German. Blonde. Deep pockets. Barton says she seems like an amateur.”
“Zemo called me,” you held your hand up to stop Yelena from interrupting. “The Power Broker is behind this, but I can’t think of any German women that want me dead. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“So, they’re trying to kill you, and you’re not telling your super-soldier boyfriend because…?”
“He deserves to have a nice Christmas–he deserves the fucking world, and I’m not going to put this on his shoulders!” You whisper-shouted, switching back to English. “Now, are you gonna help me fight these assholes or not?”
“I wanted to get my toes done,” Yelena grumbled, reluctantly following you to the register.
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i love you trans people in my phone i need you to stay alive trans people in my phone. i know it's a big ask, but there are so many people out there who do love you and will love you if you stick around. nothing is permanent. this feeling, this circumstance, will pass somehow, someday. i know it's scary. i know you're terrified. i'm terrified too. but please, as a trans man in your phone i am asking you (trans person in my phone) to also stay alive with me, okay? please, please choose to live trans people in my phone.
#bc you know what? continuing to live when so many people are actively trying to kill you is a Fucking power move#so LIVE goddammit!#i want to be some weird old queer grandpa#and i don't want to have to do that alone#so you all have to live to be some weird old queer fucks with me together#you got it?#silas speaks#transgender#transblr#trans community#trans pride#trans positivity#transgender pride#transmasc#queer#queer community#ftm#mtf#us politics#us elections#election 2024#2024 presidential election#politics#uspol
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*goes into Festival arc manga chapters* I MISS YOU OLD ART STYLE THESE ARE SOME BEAUTIFUL GINTOKIIIIIIS
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#gintama#sakata gintoki#GODDAMMIT GORILLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#this stupid panel kills me everytime i always forget about it and it always kills me
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That moment where they turn to see Klaus standing in the doorway after they just killed his brother feels like a scene out of a horror movie, and that's exactly how it should've ended
#TVD#series 4#View to a Kill#Klaus Mikaelson#Kol Mikaelson#Jeremy Gilbert#Elena Gilbert#literally no one cares but it just irritates me okay#there needs to be consequences to plot decisions!!#there shouldve been plot consequences to killing finn and kol#there shouldve been plot consequences to rose looking into the heart of the tardis#i need consequences goddammit!!
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I have learnt things about Geto that I wish I could unlearn
#I think I'm getting about the same amount of spoilers as a few weeks ago except now I understand them#But like. I expected so much of him#Seeing gifs of that one scene in which Gojo gets distracted because of Geto almost made me watch this a year ago#Geto was actually my favourite character in that one JJK fanfic I read that I mention so often even if he had literally one scene#I know so much of the emotional turmoil and conflict in JJK and Gojo in particular depends on him#And you're telling me he's Thanos?#I learnt a few days ago that everything pretty much happens in one year. That there's one year between Geto's death and Gojo's#I thought it would be like ten years. Ten years of the act haunting him#But no? So it's not a broken teenager who has these ideas and is killed by another teenager to stop him?#It's a what? ~30yo man saying Light levels of stupidity? Even worse perhaps?#Goodness I hope this is not so. I hope this is better written than what I am seeing#Because goddammit I can't do it. It would kinda ruin every emotional scene from then on?#That one scene I was so looking forwards about patting Gojo's back or whatever. The one in which Gojo gets distracted. It just. I don't know#I won't be able to be moved if Geto doesn't work xD#I was fearing I wasn't going to like him a lot because my expectations were big but oh my god please not like this#This is way worse than I expected. Someone tell me he actually makes sense. What's the point of this whole political play#in which no one is fully wrong and no one is totally right otherwise? What is the point of the haunting. This feels just idiotic xD#And I don't care about the traumas and all that. That works for the teen not the ~30yo man#It would have worked if Gojo would have killed him like 1-2 years after everything not like a few months ago. Last winter#After like ten years a 30yo man should have realised this plan sucks.#Even if it's utilitarian. Who is going to make clothes? Buildings? Streets and railways? Bread??? Go have a talk with Nanami please#We have been told there are not a lot of jujutsu sorcerers. How are you going to fulfill all those needs out of nothing?#And even if it were little by little so the needs could be getting fulfilled little by little too#If you decimate humans won't that cause more curses? I guess he's thinking on the long run but still this plan seems like a mess#I hope it makes more sense than it's looking it will make because of my god this would truly be the last nail on the coffin xD#I am being more and more tempted to get to Utahime and then just drop this. This is breaking my heart xD#It could be soooo good and it always almost is#And then. AND THEN. Abfksbfndbfkan#Jen pick me up. Come solve this. I am scared xD#I talk too much
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Holy shit I love this loser so much, he's never getting rid of me
#me every time the mercenary type with a sad revenge backstory shows up: lol can't catch me with that shit how annoying#me two seconds after talking to them: goddammit we're gonna be friends if it kills both of us#anyway i would die for brakka and istina#and asyl but he's more like my little duckling rather than a scrunkly little cat i'll have to wrangle#harvestella#harvestella spoilers#brakka
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Shut the fuck up shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up shut the fuck up
-me to the neighbors blasting obnoxious amounts of fireworks right near my house
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I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING
#rengoku kyojuro#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#UFOTABLE YOU'RE KILLING ME#*ugly crying*#kny#kny s3#kny swordsmith village arc#tokito muichiro#GODDAMMIT#right in the heart#right in the fucking feels#i'm not crying you are#demon slayer s3#demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer anime#demon slayer kny#demon slayer season three#demon slayer season 3#demon slayer swordsmith village arc
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I am not going to write a homoerotic fic with very detailed robot guts I am not going to write a homoerotic fic of someone (you definitely know who) fixing Alphonze and putting wires together and fixing his voice box I am not going to write a homoerotic fic about alphonze taking himself apart to show how to fix him if he gets broken and he can’t do it himself I’m not going to-
#IDONTHAVETIME I DONT HAVE TIME TO U DONT#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHGHHGHFH DH DO DHD FUCKKKKK MY DUMBASS ROBOT LOVING LIFE GODDDD#I’ve spent too much time in the objectum tag someone fucking kill me press the off switch just shoot me in the motherboard or whatever the#fuck robots have dude goddammit#i can read it in my minddddd it’s thereeerrrrress it’s working its way through the foldsss of my brainnnnn#this is not getting fandom tagged this is not getting the main tag I’m gonna lose it oh my fucking god#I also know Fuck All about technology I don’t even know how my fucking laptop works#I can barely figure out the tv and wire shit
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Finally gave birth for the first time (and gosh did it took ages I changed the waiting time the second I was done ahhdhd) and the whole moment was 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 (gave birth at the farm, not the host) BUT THIS MOMENT-
ALEX BEING ALL OVERPROTECTIVE ABDHDHSH "And who exactly said he is yours? He's MY man." holy shit omg dammit shdgdhsushd THAT MADE ME FEEL THINGS MAN IT KILLED ME STRAIGHT UP KILLED ME
Anyway, I love Alex. Thanks for coming to my ted talk
#dol#alex the farmhand#dol alex#It straight up killed me like I needed a moment to calm down and process goddammit
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AHAHAHA I have a problem.
IM MAD IM MAD IM ANGRY IM UPSET I WANT TO DO UNSPEAKABLE THINGS I'm so fuckin angry rn, lmfao
I have just found out that they cancelled YURI!! On ICE: ICE ADOLESCENCE and YURI!! On ICE season two. I want to either make a professional-looking Gmail account and email e like 'May I have information on why YURI!! On iCE: ICE ADOLESCENCE and YURI!! On ICE season 2 was cancelled?', or write a super nasty and aggressive and angry email to MAPPA saying very bad things.
#Don't read all of the tags#yuri on ice#yuri on ice ice adolescence#YURI!! On ICE#YURI!! On ICE: ICE ADOLESCENCE#Yuri plisetsky#Yuri katsuki#viktor nikiforov#victuuri#Your mother#I did ur mom#Ich habé deine muter geficht#I am in love with your mother#CancelMappaForCancellingUs#YOI#Yuri on ice better not be a dead fandom#Yuri on ice better not be cancelled#I'm fine#this is fine#everything is fine#*screaming internally*#ANGER#“SOMEBODY COME KILL ME!! Kill me if you can🎶” --Will Wood#Goddammit mappa#I like death~~#I like Yuri on ice~~#I like the idea of sueing mappa but I don't have a valid reason~~#FUCK#ughhhhh#FUCK my life
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thinking about Terry giving Veronica a goodbye apology call where he just apologizes for bringing the doodler into her and Scary’s life and also for the fact that he wasn’t good enough for her.
It scares Veronica and even though he knows it doesn’t change the fact that she doesn’t know what’s going on he still wants to apologize for it.
#Terry…#He just makes me so sad#I know she doesn’t know about the doodler but I want her to#Veronica deserves to kill Willy me thinks#He’s manipulating her daughter and most likely going to kill her husband#Anthony please if you make that phone call happen maybe a bunch of dots will connect in her head and then she knows about the doodler#And Mae maybe tries to round up all the spouses and sees the recognition in her eyes and tell her#Most likely not going to happen BUT A GUY CAN DREAM GODDAMMIT#dndads#dungeons and daddies#dndaddies#dndads s2#dndads quest#terry stampler#veronica marlowe
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FUCKER KILLED MY BUTCHER. CAN’T HAVE SHIT IN MALEVOLENT.
#GODDAMMIT#malevolent liveblogging#(?)#i swear to god this podcast is trying to kill me#like its trying to kill all of its characters#the butcher malevolent#kayne malevolent#malevolent#malevolent podcast
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Me: “oh cool, a Mortal Kombat clip. Hey, didn’t they come out with a new game?”
My Brain: 😴
Me: “aw, these scenes are so sweet and damn that drama!”
My Brain: 😶
Me: “oh! They have a lot of lore and characters… hm…”
My Brain: 😮
Me: “well, that was fun, anyway-
My Brain: 🏃🏽♀️💨 MUST HYPERFIXATE
Me: “OH FUCK-
#mortal kombat#goddammit#this keeps happening#someone send help#johnshi has me in a death grip#like a fatality level death grip#a whole ass animation worth death grip#also tomas is baby and i love him#he could kill me and i’d thank him#him and syzoth#reptile?#you know what i mean#this is almost as bad as orv#or assassin’s creed#i’m in too many fandoms#fuck#yo desmond#i got you new patrons for the bar#desmond miles#crossover bar au
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Friends, followers, and belovèd mutuals - I am alive ówò
#tumblr desktop looks So Different my god#Tweeter clone?????#I have hardly been online for the past 7 months because I am simply Dying at work but I finally decided to say Fuck it let them fire me uwu#Art is slow#hardly remember how to draw at all but I'm Fucking going to Do Art if it Kills me goddammit!!!#still getting back into the swing of things please forgive me if I am slow to reply to anything ;w;#volbeast.txt
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